From the writhing flesh came a series of terrifying, grating, hoarse voices. Every pair of eyes brimmed with hatred for him.
"Two centuries ago, you captured my entire family and took us to that Underground Base. You turned us all into those cursed monsters. You might not remember me, but the torment you inflicted on us is still fresh in my memory."
"You sewed me into that skin sack. You made my mother into a puppet. You cut away my brother's flesh. You turned my father into something neither human nor ghost!"
She gritted her teeth, and with every word she spoke, a blood-red image flashed through her mind.
Agonized screams.
Endless torture and slaughter.
The cold operating table.
That deathly pale, bone-chilling Crow Mask.
That nightmare tormented her every waking moment, and every waking moment, she longed to return to that point in time and repay the suffering they had endured a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
Doctor 315 stared fixedly at her, his eyes flickering as he said through gritted teeth:
"Ah! I remember now. Number 4, those four Fallen I went to such lengths to capture. So that's it. It was you. I never, ever imagined you could have survived until now. This really is beyond my expectations."
Miao Miao stared at him with blood-red eyes. "Where's my mother? What did you do to her?!"
A cruel, icy smile slowly tore across Doctor 315's face. "You mean that puppet? She destroyed my research base, so naturally, I had to find her. I played with her for a long time. I cut off her limbs and made her into a toy for people's pleasure. I still remember her cries of pain. Do you want to know what happened to her afterward? Let me tell you..."
Shlk-
"Aah-!!"
An utterly agonized